Truthfully, she'd never thought about the sweets conundrum in terms of Jude's dislike of sweets being more for her. It had always saddened her a little bit that he didn't like them, as though she felt he was missing out somehow. But when Harper said it, she suddenly brightened. Perhaps their differences was what made them such a perfect fit. And if that thought wasn't enough to bring a smile to her face, then what was?
It was easier this morning to compartmentalize, to tuck away all the bad in the back of her mind where she didn't have to look at it. As long as she avoided mirrors, she thought she might get through the day without a complete breakdown.
Soh's lips twitched as Harper staggered over to her only to hand her the chocolate chips, but she did her best to maintain a haughty air. "A promise is a promise," she said airily, waving away his concerns. Besides, however much she might jest, she could never break an agreement - not with Harper, not with Jude, not with anyone she cared about so deeply. She didn't realize that seriousness had again settled upon her shoulders until Harper asked what he could do; he roused her from a momentary lapse in good cheer, in which she'd been staring at the chocolate chips in her hand blankly. With her mind back on track, she swiftly offered a decision: "You can be the mixer."
With her ingredients gathered and a large mixing bowl lying in wait, Soh began to measure out the various ingredients and dump them into the bowl. She'd found a sieve for the flour - for some reason, she always sifted her flour, even when the recipe didn't call for it, and she couldn't remember where she'd picked up the habit - and she added her dry ingredients first, sifting them together into the bowl. Then it was time for the wet ingredients, which she added with a flourish before pushing the bowl towards Harper.
"How many chocolate chips should we add?" she asked eagerly, head tilting to one side. If it were up to her, the answer would be, why not all of them? But she wanted to make sure that the pancakes were made to Harper's liking, too.
It was easier this morning to compartmentalize, to tuck away all the bad in the back of her mind where she didn't have to look at it. As long as she avoided mirrors, she thought she might get through the day without a complete breakdown.
Soh's lips twitched as Harper staggered over to her only to hand her the chocolate chips, but she did her best to maintain a haughty air. "A promise is a promise," she said airily, waving away his concerns. Besides, however much she might jest, she could never break an agreement - not with Harper, not with Jude, not with anyone she cared about so deeply. She didn't realize that seriousness had again settled upon her shoulders until Harper asked what he could do; he roused her from a momentary lapse in good cheer, in which she'd been staring at the chocolate chips in her hand blankly. With her mind back on track, she swiftly offered a decision: "You can be the mixer."
With her ingredients gathered and a large mixing bowl lying in wait, Soh began to measure out the various ingredients and dump them into the bowl. She'd found a sieve for the flour - for some reason, she always sifted her flour, even when the recipe didn't call for it, and she couldn't remember where she'd picked up the habit - and she added her dry ingredients first, sifting them together into the bowl. Then it was time for the wet ingredients, which she added with a flourish before pushing the bowl towards Harper.
"How many chocolate chips should we add?" she asked eagerly, head tilting to one side. If it were up to her, the answer would be, why not all of them? But she wanted to make sure that the pancakes were made to Harper's liking, too.
